Seaside Swell 2

I like the ocean swell, as you're aware  
From having read my verses: they don't lie  
Like flotsam on the beach; but you do - bare,  
Once I've removed your beach shorts and supply  
The warmth the sun can't give - a wetter heat  
Than perspiration forming on your chest;  
I dip down with the tide and lick your seat  
For, in between those cheeks, a tongue is best  
Employed exciting sir with gentle licks,  
While he leans up a little and can tug  
My hair just as sir wishes; so, the mix  
Of licks and little kisses can soon plug  
The gaps that those more modest cannot tell  
Need filling to enhance his seaside swell.